A Bit of Direction [tag: Philotes]
She was bracing for it. Styx was hoping the choice of a public venue would minimize the desire for it to happen, but it was likely inevitable, so, she was already bracing herself for it. There would be a hug, at least once. She would be called Styxie. It was likely to be a squeal, or a clap or something ridiculous once her request was made and... this date would be penned on a calendar.
All because she was actually going to ask a sibling for help, and not one of her fellow darker siblings either. No, the white sheep of the family. The bubbly, cuddly one who had brought the Olympian home for a few months there -or so it seemed, with her. One of her river brothers had joked that their sister had a pet Olympian and had come down to the Underworld asking their parents if she could keep it. Styx had tried to shush them. But... once a couple of the darker ones started jibing in the quiet moments away from other ears, she may have grinned... just a bit.
Hate was going to have to be extra careful to not mention that to Lottie today. No matter how many glasses of wine she consumed at Monvinic in Barcelona. She's secured a quiet corner in the contemporary wine bar with two chairs tucked away from any bustle and had her own glass sitting patiently on the table, black hair hanging over her shoulders and down the surprisingly red top she had on. Only one poor mortal man dared to approach her and the empty chair that was awaiting her sister before Styx's cold gaze set upon him and he swiftly retreated.
She's only just sent the request. Philotes would be prompt. It wasn't often she beckoned Lottie to come to her, out in public, for a drink.. because she needed a 'favor.' Styx would never dare say she needed help. That sounded weak and it would cause unnecessary panic. This was hardly worth panic.
The problem at hand was not worth a panic, that was why it had sat for months on end and just sort of stewed around until now. Were it not for her son, she would have let the whole thing just piss off for eternity. But... she was going to need to at least try to do something... for his sake.
Which meant she was bracing for the inevitable forthcoming hugs, squeal and calling of Styxie. Because she loved Kratos so much to endure this, to fix something -regardless of the fact that she messed it up, so it would be less uncomfortable for him in the future.